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  Feb 2019 charlotte
the black rose
it’s like my feelings are a game
& my heart is the main entrance to the place where you go to get your rocks off.
then leave when you become bored.
we won’t see you for several days or even several months
until one day you come strolling in with your perfect essence & words of affection.
carelessly flinging around emotions and seeking amusement through my misery.
you’re no different.
you’re no different..
I am part of many groups
Yet, not part of any
Part of the crowd
Yet, free like a bird
Like the neem tree
Rooted
And its branches sway free
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